6:28 am: Our bags are packed and we head out the door to catch our flight to Boca Raton, Florida.
6:32 am: I return to grab the kid’s passports. I’m not sure why. Maybe airport security will ask the girls for ID, maybe our plane will be diverted to Poland, maybe we’ll be the 100th family to check into Continental this morning and win round trip airfare to New Zealand, only redeemable immediately.
Rick is so lucky that he married a girl who is on top of things (like Poland contingency plans).
6:33 am: Get back into the elevator and head downstairs.
6:37 am: Return to the apartment because I’ve forgotten my sunglasses, my regular glasses, an evening purse, a sun hat and a light jacket.
Well, how the hell am I supposed to remember all that crap when I’m handling the whole passport situation?! I can’t do everything around here.
8:45 am: Our Continental flight takes off from Newark airport. After 10 or so minutes, we have not landed in the Hudson River and I take that as a very promising sign that things are going just swell in the cockpit.
But the flight is bumpy and I take a Xanax, which seems to do nothing. Are you suppose to wash that pill down with vodka or something to kick it into gear?
I try to forget about the turbulence by watching “High School Musical” on my computer. Then one of Rick’s colleagues, who happens to be on the plane, comes over to say hello. Rick is so proud to introduce his wife, who has a mouthful of chips, greasy, salty hands and is completely engrossed in whether Troy will nab the lead in the school play. For the love of Gabriella, don’t tell me what happens. I haven’t finished the movie.
Turns out, the bumpy trip is completely worth it because Boca is so awesomely warm and that night, we go out for Mexican with Rick’s family.
And I mean, we really go all out for Mexican.
I found those hats on my way back from the restaurant’s ladies’ room. Perfectly good hats just hanging on a hook in need of some attention.
I kind of look like a weird, festive witch.
And clearly, there is nothing hotter than your husband in a pink sombrero.
mama bird notes:
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